Saturday, October 31, 2009

I took my buddy Brian on his first pheasant hunt today. He had to slog through the hunters ed class at 29 years old, listening to 12 year old display vast and deep knowledge of the hunting arts so he could come along and chase birds with Murphy and me.

Today, I wish I could say was full of birds. But alas, the pheasants weren't that cooperative. It feels to me that this years hatch sucked royally and bird numbers suffered. That's ok to me, I just have to steelhead fish more

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Fall was in it's full glory this weekend on the Methow. Everything clicked. The fish ate, ate and ate some more. PBR has officially been crowned as my steelhead beer of choice. The Million Dollar run continues to produce and catching fish on the first cast of a trip finally wasn't a kiss of death.

The highlight of the weekend. Watching my buddy Chris hook into a monster, and after the battle.....he shook like a leaf with buck fever. All I could do was smile